You say it's me that's in the wrongYou lie to me to keep you strong.Take advantage of a broken mindBut when I seek I will find.

Rest in peace your reputationLast train left the station.The laughing stock of our small nationDon't turn to me for your salvation.You made your bed now lie in itStir the pot up floats the shit.And the reasons that sound goodAre not sound reasons. Understood?